Chinese Children's Favorite Stories. Mingmei Yip
The Fish-Basket Goddess
A long time ago in ancient China, all roads to the capital of Luoyang were teeming every day with people from the four corners and five directions. Merchants came to trade silk and tea, and students arrived on the shore filled with hope for their luck in the imperial examinations. Parents bought sweet cakes and other goodies for their children to munch on while they watched puppets, acrobats, and lion dancers.
To reach the city gate, everyone had to cross a wide river. Crowds climbed onto boats where they would talk and laugh while watching the water sway like green silk. Sitting happily on the boat, they would open their shiny lacquer lunch boxes to enjoy picnics of pork buns, ginger chicken, steamed fish, and sweet tea.
One morning, the River Dragon King woke up in a terribly angry mood and, to spoil everyone else's day, began to stir up giant waves. As he thrashed his tail, all the boats capsized, spilling fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, boys, girls, dogs, cats—and everybody else—into the raging river. Seeing them all flapping and flailing their limbs in the roaring water, he burst into laughter. "Ha! Ha! Look at that little boy soaking wet and struggling like a rat! And that round man bobbing like a watermelon! Oh, see that yellow dog, he can swim, but the wave took his bone away! And that angry cat, I bet she doesn't like getting wet! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
After that day, the dragon became very fond of this game of dunking people.
One little girl, after climbing onto the shore, began to cry. Her pork bun had sunk in the river and she had nothing to eat. Her poor, wet cat was howling miserably. Guan Yin, the Goddess of Compassion, heard the little girl and her cat and decided to come down to help.
The Goddess descended from her heavenly palace all the way to the river bank, where huge waves were splashing against the shore. She called out, "Dragon King! Dragon King! Please come! I have to talk to you!" The dragon had been having a sweet dream of eating a banquet of crab and shrimp when he was awakened by the Goddess's earnest calls. Annoyed, he quickly left his dragon bed and rose above the water. When he saw a beautiful young woman standing alone by the cliff, he was too surprised to say anything.
Guan Yin opened her mouth and said most respectfully, "Honorable Dragon King," she smiled, her face shining with compassion. "I'm here to ask you to stop making waves. They are certainly enjoyable to look at, but do you know that they have also made many people miserable?"
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" The Dragon King laughed until his whiskers shook. "Pretty lady, of course I know. That's what makes me happy!"
Guan Yin tried to be patient. "But many good people have suffered because of your happiness."
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Who cares! I'm having a lot of fun!" Not only did the Dragon King sneer at the Goddess's pleas, he decided to show off his power to this pretty woman. With a roar as loud as thunder, he thumped his tail as hard as he could, making waves leap up as high as mountains.
Seeing that the dragon would not be persuaded, Guan Yin flew back to heaven to think of something else. When she returned the next day, she transformed herself into a fishmonger and walked straight into the city's marketplace. At the busiest spot she set down her basket. Since she was very beautiful and the fish inside her basket were very fresh, with shiny scales and moving eyes, a crowd soon started to gather around her.
Everyone wanted to see the beautiful fishmonger and in a few minutes all the fish were sold. Still, the people crowded around her. With her bright eyes smiling, she said, "Dear ladies and gentlemen, since I have no more fish to sell, we can play a game." She paused and then said, "The one who can toss the most money into my basket shall become my husband. But the money that misses the basket will be used to build a bridge so that you can all walk safely over the Dragon King's river."
The crowd cheered.
A young man cast the pretty fishmonger a suspicious glance. "But how can she tell who casts the most money?"
Another man in a patched shirt looked very sad. "But I'm very poor, and so I'll never have a chance to marry her."
A third one burst into laughter. "The basket is so big, how can one miss?"
The men could not wait to untie their purses and toss copper, silver, and gold coins into the fishmonger's basket. But something strange happened. None of the money reached the basket. As if all the coins had eyes and were distracted by the fishmonger's dazzling beauty, they landed all over the ground instead.
A year later, a magnificent bridge had been built across the Luoyang River.
The Dragon King, although he could still stir waves, could no longer have the pleasure of dunking people. When he saw all the children with their mothers and fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers, and cats and dogs walking happily across the bridge, he felt so defeated that he even lost his power to make waves.
The Mouse Bride
Once upon a time in China, some mice lived happily in their own village. Not only was this little village famous for the piles of delicious food that the mice had stored up, but also and most of all, for the beautiful daughter of the Mayor. But neither of these things made the Mayor happy.
One day when Ming Ming, a boy mouse, passed by the Mayor's mansion, he caught the Mayor looking up at the sky and shaking his head. "My daughter is so beautiful and talented, yet she is so strong-willed," the Mayor sighed and as he frowned, his thick brows knitted into two wriggling worms, "I wonder who can be strong and good enough to be her husband?"
Just as Ming Ming was about to say, "Sir, I am strong and brave," suddenly the fluffy tail of a huge cat flicked against the wall. In no time, Ming Ming and the Mayor scurried into separate holes.
Two days later on a sunny day, big posters were seen pasted on pillars and walls all over the village:
A crowd gathered to read the announcement and once the mice had finished reading, the excited crowd burst into cheers. Then they began to boast to each other. One plump mouse tilted up his chin and sneered. "Of course I'll be the bridegroom," he said proudly while pushing up the muscle on his arm. "Look, who can possibly have bigger muscles than me?" He laughed so heartily as if he had just discovered a cave filled with dim sum and sweets.
A tall mouse squeezed forward and pointed his long finger at his rival. "You fatso! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who cares about big muscles? No one here is as tall as I am! Look, I have the longest legs and I will jump the highest and catch the handkerchief!'
The smaller mice could only lower their heads in shame and tuck their tails defeatedly between their little legs. From a corner Ming Ming watched, all the while smiling hopefully. And so a week later, hundreds of mice, all dressed in their best kung fu outfits, pushed and shoved and elbowed their way to the courtyard of the Mayor's mansion. The Mayor's beautiful daughter Mei Mei, blushing like a bride, came out onto the balcony. The crowd whistled and cheered, their applause shaking the ground like an earthquake. Mei Mei looked shyly at her suitors. Then, with her delicate hand, she threw the pink handkerchief.